The Lady.
It did seem though, as if she were waiting for something.
v. Wolters.
If you will pardon me for the suggestion, it was surely not--not for
money.
The Lady.
By the way, this incident reminds me of something I was just about
to-- Herr von Wolters, are you my friend?
v. Wolters.
If you consider me worthy of that distinction, Countess.
The Lady.
Most assuredly. Well, Herr von Wolters, there is something that
troubles me--something that desecrates my grief, if I may use the
word. There's the anxiety--the fear that-- Yes, yes--I must tell you
all. Herr von Wolters, he has my letters. Do you understand? (_He
nods._) Didn't he give you something for me--a small, sealed package,
perhaps--nothing?
v. Wolters.
You are forgetting, Countess, that I was ignorant of all this until a
short time ago.
The Lady.
Yes, that's true. H'm--it's really too bad. Who has the keys?
v. Wolters.
Why, he gave them to me just before the duel. I have them with me.
The Lady.
You've looked through the writing-table?
v. Wolters.
Yes, I had to hand over his papers to the legal authorities. I didn't
consider myself entitled to touch his private correspondence at
present.
The Lady.
Why not?
v. Wolters.
He made a will the day before the duel.
The Lady.
Really? In whose favor?
v. Wolters.